Apparently, I’ve been eating a lot lately. I don’t know. I’ve hardly taken any pictures of food or anything.
The first time I had vacations was because my supervisor ordered me to take five consecutive vacation days, as per law. I had been working more than a year without taking one single vacation day.
I’m the kind of person that, besides going to work with the annual cold/flu, once went to work with a recently dislocated finger. I dislocated my left middle finger during Aikido morning practice and I went to work a second shift with the finger looking like a big purple sausage that I couldn’t move.
So this week I did something that is certainly not in my nature. I took two weeks of vacations.
My belly is pretty much bigger than me at this point and as weeks go by it gets harder to maneuver around daily life.
It got particularly uncomfortable to drive an hour to and back from work through the heavily curvy route. My feet began to swell to a spectacular degree making it nearly impossible to walk any decent distance without me wincing with each step. My back (which has three different deviations) is doing it’s part too.
Everyone began to beg me weeks ago to stop working because they could see what I was going through and I kept telling everyone that I was fine, I could work a couple more weeks, I could wait. Reality hit me hard the other day when after getting dressed and driving two minutes to my in-laws house all I wanted to do was lay down in bed to rest. From a two minute trip.
I felt like I was giving up when I called to explain that it was physically impossible for me to fulfil my duties at work. I cried. Who cries because they get days off work?!
Now, a couple of days later, I feel completely different. I have so many, much more important things to take care of. So many tiny things to sort through.
In fact, I’m staying home to take care of the very most important thing in our lives, which is my most important duty.
On May the 4th I have been sharing a different (mostly funny) Star Wars video on facebook for a few years, I have no idea why I haven’t done it here!
I’m going to start with my very, top favorite Star Wars related video. The one that NEVER fails to make me laugh: The Star Wars Cafeteria. Voice by Eddie Izzard, animation by someone awesome.
May the Fourth be with you all, Happy Weekend!
I’m pretty sure I’ve hit the nesting period.
I mean, I want to clean everything and arrange everything and nothing shall be dirty in the kitchen sink SOHELPMEGOD, and everything would be all done all the time if my feet allowed me. My feet give me a window of about three hours in the morning before swelling up so bad it looks like both my ankles are broken.
The only thing I feel I want to ignore is cooking. I don’t want to cook. At all. I want to eat all the food in the world, but not cook it. Manfriend has been a lifesaver because thank God, he cooks way better than me and has been compassionate enough to feed me.
Several weeks ago though I found an article in Yahoo about this girl who lives (along with her husband and two kids) on a 14,000 annual budget and I’ve been feeling so bad about ignoring the cooking! I’ve never been bad with money in general, so it’s not about that per se (although, I could do a bit more of saving if I put more effort into it, and who doesn’t need to tighten up a bit economically lately?). When I saw her meal plans I deflated. They don’t have a comfortable food budget and they eat SO HEALTHY! Much more healthier than us!
I mean, we don’t eat horribly, in fact my nutritionist was ecstatic that our meals were generally healthy to begin with (we don’t do greasy meats, we eat fresh vegetables and fruit etc), but we I certainly don’t make my own bread, or my own pancake mix, or my own pizza. Sometimes I un-freeze ready to cook chicken strips and fry them with some tostones and then I spread peanut butter and Nutella on a bread slice, drink a whole glass of milk and I pretend that I cooked a wholesome meal. What? The TV said Nutella was an excellent choice!
Some other times, I actually make a wholesome meal, like this Spicy Sprout Tortilla Egg Taquitos. And a side of fresh fruit! Hard chef work!
After reading her for a while the only thing that has lessen my guilt about not making homemade pumpkin bread is that we do grow quite a few things. And by we, I mean manfriend who has a well supplied crop with an assortment or produce that, not only saves us money, but help us consume organic products on a daily basis.
Ideally, one should be able to grow a variety of things and also make homemade pancake mix. How do you balance your homemade living?
Have a great week!